Timewaster
Can't show them how to fall in love with the grind
You ain't whole hearted in this shit?
Lil bro you waisting time
Tryna backdoor my nigga on the low, but we not going
How you putting faith inside a bitch
You know fasho she hoeing
Me and my gang locked in
We one just like a sewing
Your mind focused on these hoes and not yourself lil bro its showing
Young nigga stay high, you would think I work for Boeing
That drank keep me adamant up in the booth
I'm steady pouring, look
My bags go in the front of the whip
Its a foreign
She ain't tryna put it on her lip
This bitch boring
Walking bank account
Came in with that shit, and you knowing
A basic bitch right here
She couldn't tell this Ricky Owens
I can't teach you so stop looking for a hint
Junya Watanabe jeans on me that's your rent
Really outta space, know I'm high at every event
You see me cruising with her
Then you know her back I bent
All my cuisine exquisite no telling how much I spent
Your hoe call her lil geeky
She pop perks like tac, tic
I told her, nah rollup my za
Cool on the fent
I blew the coupe down
Good thing the windows dark tint
Only told them I fear God
That's why I got it on
She gone eat me up, once she smell this Baccarat cologne
This bad lil bitch a model
About to see what she on
Hood bitch to my left, told her come here I like her tone
Can't show them how to fall in love with the grind
You ain't whole hearted in this shit?
Lil bro you waisting time
Tryna backdoor my nigga on the low, but we not going
How you putting faith inside a bitch
You know fasho she hoeing
Me and my gang locked in
We one just like a sewing
Your mind focused on these hoes and not yourself lil bro its showing
Young nigga stay high, you would think I work for Boeing
That drank keep me adamant up in the booth
I'm steady pouring, look
One bad bitch don't need a mistress
I'm big fish, ex bitch steady stalking
Because she miss this
You get money a tidbit
She ride dick like a rip-stick
I got up in her lips, but not the ones that use the lipstick
Pull up all black like Venom
It's ten racks in my denim
We wack his bro, and them him
My skinny bitch a Slim Jim
She begging me to trust her
Ain't texting back all day
I cannot be computer lover
You ain't whole hearted in this shit?
Lil bro you waisting time
Tryna backdoor my nigga on the low, but we not going
How you putting faith inside a bitch
You know fasho she hoeing
Me and my gang locked in
We one just like a sewing
Your mind focused on these hoes and not yourself lil bro its showing
Young nigga stay high, you would think I work for Boeing
That drank keep me adamant up in the booth
I'm steady pouring, look
My bags go in the front of the whip
Its a foreign
She ain't tryna put it on her lip
This bitch boring
Walking bank account
Came in with that shit, and you knowing
A basic bitch right here
She couldn't tell this Ricky Owens
I can't teach you so stop looking for a hint
Junya Watanabe jeans on me that's your rent
Really outta space, know I'm high at every event
You see me cruising with her
Then you know her back I bent
All my cuisine exquisite no telling how much I spent
Your hoe call her lil geeky
She pop perks like tac, tic
I told her, nah rollup my za
Cool on the fent
I blew the coupe down
Good thing the windows dark tint
Only told them I fear God
That's why I got it on
She gone eat me up, once she smell this Baccarat cologne
This bad lil bitch a model
About to see what she on
Hood bitch to my left, told her come here I like her tone
Can't show them how to fall in love with the grind
You ain't whole hearted in this shit?
Lil bro you waisting time
Tryna backdoor my nigga on the low, but we not going
How you putting faith inside a bitch
You know fasho she hoeing
Me and my gang locked in
We one just like a sewing
Your mind focused on these hoes and not yourself lil bro its showing
Young nigga stay high, you would think I work for Boeing
That drank keep me adamant up in the booth
I'm steady pouring, look
One bad bitch don't need a mistress
I'm big fish, ex bitch steady stalking
Because she miss this
You get money a tidbit
She ride dick like a rip-stick
I got up in her lips, but not the ones that use the lipstick
Pull up all black like Venom
It's ten racks in my denim
We wack his bro, and them him
My skinny bitch a Slim Jim
She begging me to trust her
Ain't texting back all day
I cannot be computer lover
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Writer(s): Marlon Robinson Ii
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